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His gaze swept over her generous form and reverted back up while he silently admired her spunk. Her friends were all different sizes, some slimmer than Ariadne while others were taller. The more time he spent with Ariadne, the more he realized his preference for her physique. She was perfect, though mortal men might not agree with him. Julian, however, preferred the female frame with a bit extra.
Ariadne was graced with wide hips, a round, juicy bottom, and a massive bosom, all of which Julian found to his liking. Once Ariadne invited him to her bed, he’d thoroughly explore other options with her, finding positions to take her in and how to best warm and comfort her during the non-active hours, between their sexual rendezvous.
His examination of her bounteous form stopped at her chest. He frowned, finding the Y necklace she wore dipping further below his level of preference. The jewelry teased her cleavage and tempted those around her to linger and take a longer peek. It did a great job of drawing attention to this sexy part of her body that Julian considered off-limits. Why did she wear it and where was she going? If Ariadne belonged to him, he’d forbid her to wear the piece of jewelry, reserving it strictly for his viewing only, preferably after hours or somewhere cozy beyond the sight of others. She wasn’t giving a free show to lucky voyeurs. No siree. In fact, she’d never make it out the door with the necklace on if he were around. He grinned, the corners of his mouth whipping up into a salacious smile. Oh no. If she were his, she wouldn’t have made it out of the bedroom with clothes on.
Ariadne stopped at a red light. Julian’s eyebrows furrowed in surprise when she shoved the gear shift into park and bent over, adjusting a strap to her right heel. Her maneuver afforded him a delicious view down her dress to her delightfully heaving bosom. Julian held his breath and swallowed hard while a pleasant sensation shot straight to his groin. He groaned when she loomed over his ghostly figure and scooped her purse off the passenger floor, popping it open and rummaging through the objects within with a slight frown. After several seconds, she squeaked a triumphant sound, uncapped a thin tube, raised it to her perfect lips, and ran the object over her delectable, open mouth, all while glancing at her image in the rearview mirror. Julian watched her as she did this, fascinated with the way the hint of color spread smoothly, adding to her already remarkable beauty.
When the light turned green, the driver behind her immediately honked the horn.
She threw her middle finger up and shouted, “Hold your horses, asshole!” Julian’s eyebrows shot up and he grinned. A chuckle lodged deep within his throat, burst forth. His charge was a fireball. Guarding her for one human year was going to be more fun than he thought.
